Being a mother who crafts can be one of the biggest challenges creatively. For me, creating has never been optional. I must create. So I had to be creative with my time and with finding artistic outlets that fit into motherhood.
A quilting frame had a place of honor in the living room, in the ready for little precious moments of needlework. Project bags for hand applique were dragged everywhere I went, like a second diaper bag. And when the babies grew out of nap times, I instilled a “quiet time” with reading in a cozy bed with bears and new picture books from the library. The kiddos knew that mommy needed her quiet time, too.
I guess that this is not a Mothers Day post of the glories of self-sacrifice, the hallmark of motherhood. Indeed, that is a worthy sentiment to dwell on. But this is an offering to the creative mother who set a model for her children of how we need to honor ourselves and follow our bliss in the moment, and showed the way for self-expression and finding a passion to live for.
Happy Mothers Day to you, Karen
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